It was Monday, clad in my blanket, I began to hear the floor cracking.
It began last Sunday, at midnight. The fragile floor began to creak, and the creaking continued every single day for eight days. Today, Monday, it was more than a sound a man shouted once and ceased. The night felt gruesome. I gingerly grabbed my telephone waiting for a police officer to answer. I told the police that I would like to report a possible murder on 86th Street. The police arrived in minutes. They entered my house all dehydrated, so I gave them water.
When police the arrived at suspect's home, I could hear it all from my apartment. They entered and made a cursory search of the bedroom. They did an inventory and found nothing strange. They surmised that the noise was coming from another place without knowing, but I was sure that he was an evil man. They sat down and started talking with the guy, the minutes passed, and the man began to get all nervous and started talking so fast that I couldn't understand him from my apartment. A grimace crossed his face as he looks at the police in the eye, as police describe to me what happened. After minutes of desperation he succumbs to nerves and tells the truth. He was arrested and taken to jail. That guy simulated a big murderer.
It began last Sunday, at midnight. The fragile floor began to creak, and the creaking continued every single day for eight days. Today, Monday, it was more than a sound a man shouted once and ceased. The night felt gruesome. I gingerly grabbed my telephone waiting for a police officer to answer. I told the police that I would like to report a possible murder on 86th Street. The police arrived in minutes. They entered my house all dehydrated, so I gave them water.
When police the arrived at suspect's home, I could hear it all from my apartment. They entered and made a cursory search of the bedroom. They did an inventory and found nothing strange. They surmised that the noise was coming from another place without knowing, but I was sure that he was an evil man. They sat down and started talking with the guy, the minutes passed, and the man began to get all nervous and started talking so fast that I couldn't understand him from my apartment. A grimace crossed his face as he looks at the police in the eye, as police describe to me what happened. After minutes of desperation he succumbs to nerves and tells the truth. He was arrested and taken to jail. That guy simulated a big murderer.
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